My freezer skills are lacking. Mostly I need to label stuff because I can't tell what has been there years and what I carefully portioned out last week. I am the only one in the house that would actually look at the freezer for food. The rest of them are only interested in instant food gratification.

Please only use your ladder improperly while sober.

This! Of course I have a very limited ladder capability due to height issues. Attics are neat though! When we were kids we played in the attic, including digging into trunks of old clothes and conducting actual plays.

It is in the interest of no one to ask me to deal with a PC first thing on a monday morning. NO ONE.

I am pissed about the Downton Abbey thing.

Luckily, the Good Morning Kitten is adorable (are adorable - there are two) today.

Weird dream last night wherein I was a college-aged surfer dude building a log cabin-style beach house with pals and fighting against the corrupt developer who was building condos on the next lot and wanted our construction torn down to increase his property values. They must have made a movie about this in the 80s, right?

They must have made a movie about this in the 80s, right?

Probably.

Was the corrupt developer dressing up in a monster costume to scare you away? Because then it'd be an episode of Scooby-Doo.

Timelies all!

In Logan airport waiting for our flight and soaking up the free intertubes.

News of Matilda's World:

Yesterday, while at my dad's doing laundry and gardening, I suggested we go down to the basement to vacuum some of the dust off the very dusty but gorgeously well constructed, probably-worth-more-than-our-car couch my dad has no use for and is giving us to replace the ratty ugly uncomfortable one in our apt, to get it ready for the switch. Instead of cheerfully agreeing, as she usually does to any fixit expedition down to the basement -- the CA ranch house version of an attic, full of books and baby clothes and old car magazines and a pool table -- she burst into howling sobs and collapsed in a heap, wailing, "NO DON'T CHANGE THAT COUCH THAT WILL NEVER MAKE ME HAPPY I LOVE OUR COUCH."

"You love that [horrible] couch?"

"I love it SO DEARLY!"

Then, after she'd recovered, she decided her toes needed names. They are, moving in from the baby toes: Bob and George, Lightning and Thunder, Mitty and Sasha, Pointer and South Pointer, and Bob and Jing-Bob.

She has 2 toes named Bob? On the same foot? CHAOS!

JZ and Hec, that's an awesome human you produced.

She has 2 toes named Bob? On the same foot? CHAOS!

I was assuming both her big toes are named Bob.